Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

30:We're Going To London.

Raelynn

He said he loves me. He loves me? How? How could he possibly love someone when all you want to see is them in pain?

I don't understand it. So I cried. I cried because I hate that this is now my life. A reoccurring mood swing that he has everyday. One minute he is so sweet and loving then the next he's trying to put me close to death but not quite there.

Now all I wish for is death. I cry because why can't I have fell in love with a sane person? Why couldn't a sane person have fell in love with me?

I don't think I love Harry, but I don't hate him as much as I wish I did. I don't know why I feel this way but I do. I like him. I care about him. I wish he was better so I wouldn't regret my feelings.

Maybe it was all the hits to my head that I've gotten from him that's making me feel this way but I do. He left and went to one of the rooms and ruined it I'm sure. I'll have to clean it later. I wiped the tears from my face and listened closely to his movements.

I was scared that he would come to the room and try to hurt me but he didn't. It got quiet for while then I heard him moving again. I heard him coming to the door he opened and I started begging for him not to come any closer.

"Harry, think about what you are doing. Look at me, I can barely stand. Please just stay right there."

He kept walking to the bed his eyes were black but his face didn't show any hostility. He didn't look like he was going to hurt me but his eyes weren't the warm emerald green that I liked.

He picked me up bridal style and took me downstairs, he sat me on the couch and went back upstairs.

What the fuck? I watched as he walked away back upstairs, he was going for maybe an hour before he came back with suitcases. He took them to the car and came back in and went upstairs and came back with clothes in his hand for me to wear.

"What are you doing?" I said in a panicked voice. Was he making me leave? I couldn't leave, where would I go? My mother has moved away to a smaller place in New York.

He dressed me in my clothes. And picked me up taking me to the car.

He ignored my question only making me panic even more. I started fighting against him. I tried to get out of his arms.

"Raelynn, stop." He growled but I didn't listen, I kept trying to get him to let me down.

"No!! I'm not leaving. Take me back inside, I'm not leaving. Where will I even go?!" I yelled scratching at his hands so he would let go. He put me in the car with ease and buckled me before slamming the door shut.

"Let me out!!" I yelled pulling at the door but he put child lock on the door.

He got in, and glared at me. I stopped yelling and kicking.

"I'm not going to fucking tell you again. You yell, kick, or scream again and you'll regret it. Got it?" He said sternly.

I nodded and laid down in the backseat. I bit my lip, and thought of all the places I could possibly go to.

"I'm not putting you out, we're going to London."